True Love Waits novel Chapter 633

Against all etiquettes, Blair kept nosing around and saw that Megan had sent a bit too many WeChat messages to Wesley while they were still at the army base. She had even told him that someone had been following her the whole evening; a later message said that she was scared and wanted him to keep her company.

In response, Wesley had told her that he was busy right now, but he would ask her bodyguard about it and also, he was going to visit her tomorrow. Megan, of course, did not seem happy with that. But instead of acting it out, she had tried sadness as a weapon. She had sent him a crying-face emoji and complained that he didn't care for her anymore, just like Carlos.

Wesley had denied the claim. But Megan had kept sending him messages even after that. What was worse, he had been very patient and replied to every message she had sent.

Megan had also asked Wesley why he hadn't answered her phone call, and he had told her that it was not a convenient time to talk. To be honest, most of the time, he had been trying to avoid her.

When Wesley finally walked out of the bathroom, he saw that Blair was playing with his phone. He didn't seem to mind at all and asked casually, "Are you sleepy?"

He was hoping that she was too sleepy to mess with him any further. Wishful thinking!

"Wesley, I'm checking on your chat with Megan," Blair said in a matter-of-fact tone while scrolling through the chat log. "You know? Anyone who sees this will think these are the conversations of a couple. She even played cute and sweet." 'Damn! I've never played cute and sweet in front of him, ' she thought angrily.

Wesley walked towards her dressing table and picked up a facial mask without seeming to be angry, or in fact, anything. "Is it possible for you to leave her alone? Will you even choose her over your future girlfriend?" she asked.

In response, the man threw the facial mask back onto the dressing table and then stood beside her bed, reaching out his hand towards her.

Obviously, he wanted his phone back. Blair bit her lower lip, locked his phone, and gave it back to him.

He put the phone back into his pocket and told her, "It's late. You should get some sleep." Then he turned around and made his way towards the door without looking back.

"Wait! Are you mad at me because I saw the chat log?" Blair called out behind him. 'Humph! He always defends the bitch!' she thought.

"No," Wesley replied shortly without even turning his head. And it was true. There was no secret he shared with Megan that needed to be kept hidden from Blair.

Blair, however, had her own ideas. She fell down prone on the bed and pretended to sob. "Fine! Go away! Leave me alone! Do not come back to me ever again!"

Wesley felt completely helpless now. "It's late. You need to sleep."

Blair seemed to be in no mood to give a damn about what he was saying and just kept on crying.

'I swear I won't let her drink ever again!' Wesley told himself bitterly. Dealing with an intoxicated Blair was even harder than dealing with his enemies. It was, without doubt, his least favored thing to do.

He left her bedroom silently.

Blair didn't even know where he was going. He just left like that.

She shook her dizzy head and sat up on the bed. Staring around the empty bedroom, she flashed a smile that seemed to mock her own self. 'It seems like I overestimated myself this time. He doesn't care for me at all! Huh!'

She walked slowly into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and poured some water onto her face. Suddenly, either her emotions got the better of her or something else happened but she began to cry loudly. "Waah..."

'I won't drink ever again. Every time I'm drunk, I'm unable to control myself. Wesley must be thinking about how extremely annoying I am!'

She was crying loudly and when Wesley came back to her bedroom with his quilt and pillow, he heard her doing so in the bathroom.

He held his breath, threw the stuff in his hand onto the bed and all but rushed into the bathroom head on. Blair was washing her face and crying.

He came over towards her, turned off the faucet, grabbed a clean towel and began to gently wipe the water off her face. He was annoyed, but a crying Blair was not something he could handle.

Blair looked at him in the mirror and complained, "Why bother taking care of me? I thought you didn't want to! Aren't you mad at me?" She really didn't want to mess with him right now, but she was completely drunk and unable to control herself.

"I'm not mad at you," he repeated patiently.

Blair put her hands around his waist and asked in a sad voice, "Wesley, am I annoying?"

"No." Wesley was confused as to why she always asked him the same question. He didn't even know how to respond to it anymore.

She raised her head abruptly and asked, "Then, will you apply a facial mask? I would like that."